SONG: Lisa's Father (Waka Baby) LP: Oops! Wrong Stereotype (VIRUS 68, Alternative Tentacles 1988) GROUP: Alice Donut **************************************************************
We took the wrong way in We took the wrong way out We took the wrong way in We took the wrong way out Patience Hesitation Quiet anticipation Desperation
Love is a fickle thing
I'm laid out Like a martyr on a redwood plaque. She's burning the ticks right off my back. I'm indulgent I like to cater to peculiar whims She'
If Linda Blair was my Lolita Her head could spin. She would levitate, vomit green beat a priest what a teen. Dick Clark would grin. And foul things
I guess it's liver again. Can't you make some pork? Have you heard of this animal called a pig ? Watcha do to this pudding ? My ulcer's starting to
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Sitting in the sun Waiting for the millennium They say that history's coming to an end Nothing happens now Since the wall came down Can't remember where
I guess it's liver again. Can't you make some pork? Have you heard of this animal called a pig ? Watcha do to this pudding ? My ulcer's starting to bleed
The wife of my best friend Stares right through me Right into the tumor of my sick need The wife of my best friend Flinches at the wheel Takes a vitamin
Yeah, Due to acne. Due to heavy metal. Due to Fred and Barney, Wilma and Pebbles. New Jersey Exit Suzy's got the flu. Well, maybe this will clear
How the great have fallen, see how life has passed them by. Was anybody looking in the crystal ball, when his star was on the rise. Stuffing his face
I hear the voices Echo from the sea Dreaming in cuban On the subway The giant buildings and the snow Are killing me A new york winter full of sundays
Due to acne. Due to heavy metal. Due to Fread and Barney, Wilma and Pebbles. New Jersey exit. Suzy's got the flue. Maybe this will clear up her sinuses
There's lots of things in a human head That I hope I never have to touch She likes the taste of burning flesh Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for
Every trick in the book now, baby I'll use it on you I've got my devices, darling My machinery too Lying on a parquet carpet On the 4th of July Tryin
Pretty you make it look so eaasy So pretty you make it look so sexy Blood's dripping from the headlines In censored lust With kinder and gentler Offensive
How I love to sleep I was back in Mahomet, Illinois, A Mongoloid child played with Aa bright orange smurf ball Gurgling to himself contentedly Next to